Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
For thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
    No want of conscience hold it that I call,
    Her “love” for whose dear love I rise and fall.

With
simplicity and humbleness
real beauty comes through.
It shines.

Shell ✨🐚

I walk with misery
I walk in the world but not of the world
I seek for guidance and no one cares enough
I live in this horror of time
Days pass and a new theme is put
I have been pushed away by my closet friends because l don't engage in their decieful thoughts
I have been driven to the edges of this world that l stamp my feet on
I'm no better than the unborn child  who hasn't seen the suffering out of it's mother's wormb
I step and spit on the very land l was moulded from
I don't fit in this  worthless world  because I'm not of this world.